Is a girl worth so much more rather than what she holds between her thighs?
In her mind, she asks what she’s really worth
When no one takes her for who she is.
Scared that no one will like her for who she is.

Lonely times, she’s by herself.
Thinking back ,
Thinking to herself,
What is she really worth?
Minus what she holds
between her legs.

Personality, sweet ways,
But it seems others saw
her for another thing.

Never gave it up
She still a V.
Little thoughts running through her mind.

Thinking to herself
“What should I do to get them to notice me”?
Roles played in her head
But she knows what she’s really worth.

She’s worth more than that.
To open her legs
To get others to notice her and where she stands.
She knows what she’s really worth,
Where she doesn’t have to open her legs and do things that’s not like her
Because she knows what she’s really worth.